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Chapter 1: Drabble Challenge: 1-150 “I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”

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He couldn’t remember how it had started anymore. They both shouted and hurt each other, saying things that shouldn’t be said and doing things that they would both regret. Putting two angsty mess together and what you got was a disaster.

They screamed at each other, Jason shouted something and Dick immediately yelled back. Their faces inches away from each other, breathing so hard it was all audible even through their mass of their voices. Dick turned and Jason started screaming, following him to the bedroom and demanding more fire into their explosion.

“That’s it, run away with your tail between your legs like you always do.”

He said some more and so much more, cursing and insulting, giving low blows away like it was a force of nature that he couldn’t stop. He knew he shouldn’t do this, shouldn’t be saying things that he didn’t mean it, shouldn’t be stating facts that would hurt him to hear.

Jason only started to panic when Dick started packing, stopped breathing when Dick took things from the shelves down and shoved it all into the bag. The photo of them both got knocked down and stayed cold on the floor, Dick walked pass him with his tears started to fall, and only then, Jason regretted it all.

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Trevor wore the pride of being Red Hood’s right hand like a medal, feeling powerful and feared like a cannibal. The job was dangerous and stressful, with cold bodies and guns, drugs and life after the sun, but it was the spice that made his life more fun than it had ever been.

He respected his boss with all the heart of a loyal dog, yet feared him with all the soul of a petty crow. If Trevor was just a man, then Red Hood was the King, a powerful one that had the cruel underworld in his hand in just a half-hearted attempt.

Nightwing was a different story. He gave the vibe of elegance and grace, delicate yet so brave.

“What are you saying,“ Nightwing untied Boss, smiling so soft like he didn’t just tear 20 men apart. He was like an archangel, burning in rage and somehow made it so balletic.

“I’m your husband, it’s my job.“

Nightwing was grace and beauty, agility and the finest of the world full of the worst. People tended to forget how dangerous he could be, how much strength he could hold when needed. Because even though charming and delicate, it was just like in the game of chess, the Queen protected the King.

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“Let’s talk.“ He said.

You looked at him and he would avoid your eyes, he looked at you and you would use the rage as a blind.

Today you didn’t dare running away, too tired after the day. He sat down and smiled at you, big blue eyes swallowed you. You wanted to bolt but chose to stay, craved for the touch, yet couldn’t hold the fear.

He was gold and December snow, so beautiful, yet so cold. He didn’t know he had your heart from the start, batted his lashes and all you could think was “crap”. Your hands were shaken and you were dying to touch, feeling the rush of hunger with the tug of fright. You might hurt him like you always did, you might kick him and he wouldn’t kick back, you might stab him and he might smile back. You were afraid of his ‘it’s okay’, because it had never been that way.

“Goldie,“ You said. “Get out of my face before I hit you.“

Because all you did was violence when you were afraid. If you hurt him again it would hurt you, if you hurt him now you would kill yourself. He was so beautiful and good, it tingled your every nook. All he did was gentle when all you did was making other tremble.

He stared at you and you felt naked, he suddenly kissed you and all you could do was shaking. He hugged you warm and kiss you nice, didn’t say the goodbye you deserved, and kept your whole alive.

“Hit me then,“ He whispered. “With your lips.“

Chapter 4: Drabble challenge: 1-150 Number 4 "who gave you that black eye" and number 16 "I'll kick his ass if you want me to"

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When the sunlight hit his eyes, Jason stirred awake. He squeezed his eyes before blinking twice, staring at the figure right next to him, warm in his arms and close to his chest. He blinked then blinked again, trying to make time and checking if this was just another dream of his night.

Dick Grayson was just as beautiful as the day he left them all. Honey skin and perfect chin, straight nose and rosy lips. It felt just like another day of their normal life, like Dick didn’t die and went away. It was just yesterday when Jason thought he was gone and ready to cry his way to sleep like so many nights before.

Brushing on that smooth skin, on the dark bruise forming around his crease, Jason wondered what they had done in the other life to deserve this.

The memory only came back now, waves of pain and denial and feeling betrayed. All of them were gone now, gone as the sunlight shined so right on Dick’s skin, as Dick’s bright eyes looked so soft and kind, as his mind could help but scare for the possibility of losing this man again.

Why did he leave you? Why didn’t he stay? Would he leave before tomorrow came and let go of all he’d ever known?

Looking into Dick’s eyes and suddenly it didn’t matter now. He didn’t know where they were going, but he didn’t ever wanna let this man go.

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Vigilante life was never easy, going home with bruises and flying out with stitches. It was even harder for non-meta heroes, a bare bag of meat with no superpower other than skills. Jason knew that, knew the risks and all the shits for going out and trying to save the day, but deep down, he knew better he would never stop worrying when Dick crawled back home with blood on his skin and bruises on his whole.

“Penguin.” Dick smiled, lips slightly twitched as the cut on them started to sting.

“Should have called me.” Jason walked over, touching Dick’s cheek and brushing his bang. “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

“We all know how that will go.”

“I’ll try vital shots.” He shrugged. “Or maybe cutting off his nose.“

Oh, now wouldn’t that be fun.

“Watch your word, Mr. Todd. You’re saying for my sake.“ Dick smirked, hands linked to each other as he wrapped them around Jason’s neck.

Dick chuckled and Jason kissed his hair, kissed his lips then kissed his ring. Vigilant life was ugly and painful, but normal life hurt too. Power or not, vigilant or civilian, truth was, you’d get hurt anyway, you just gotta find the right ones to kiss the pain away.

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Dick knew there was something wrong with Jason, the way the man hid stuff and lied about bits and bobs. He left home soon and came back late, avoided Dick’s eyes and liked to stay alone.

Was he cheating? Was he leaving? Was he tired of all this?

5 years at peace but Dick could help but see the disaster waiting for them. As Christmas came, they were all in one place. The Manor was warm and filled with delight. Jason pulled Bruce aside, leaving Dick behind feeling not so fine.

What were they doing? What were they talking about? Why did it have to be a secret?

He felt at night Jason would touch his hand, touch his face then kiss his skin, but when Dick opened his eyes he would turn away, shying away like they had first ever laid.

The fear built up through time, and their relationship started to fall into a bind.

But when Jason’s knee hit the ground as people started to count, all at once, Dick found the answers. The gold band laid in his hand, looking so simple and bland for the money Jason had in command.

“They say if you kiss in the final countdown, you’ll stay forever with your loved one.” Jason smiled, looking so kind and fine.

“Dickie, I don’t wanna kiss.” His hand started shaking and his lips started trembling. “I wanna marry you.”

Jason looked at Dick with those eyes of a tame wolf, so soft and oh so good.

Dick couldn’t do anything but nod, hand on his mouth as he sucked in breathy sobs.

“Happy New Year!“

As people shouted and clapped, the ring made its home on Dick’s finger. Jason shot up to his feet and snapped Dick’s into his arms, laughing and crying.

“That worth a month at the workshop, all clean money from my blood and sweat. So you better never take it off.“

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When Jason came back and saw Dick’s lying naked in his bed, he literally dropped everything down the floor and jump on the mattress.

Dick. Naked. In his bed.

Christmas came soon this year.

Dick yelped and laughed and god, how a mortal man could be this goddamn beautiful, Jason had no idea. Dick squealed and giggled when Jason brushed his sensitive skin, combing back his hair with gentle and delicate fingers. He smiled like the sky could never go grey, like the weight of this heavy world was not on their shoulders.

Jason wanted to protect that smile.

He touched his skin, felt his heartbeats, and scratched his scalp. He did his best to feel every inch of this man, to cherish him, to praise his stupid useless luck for letting him have this beautiful human being.

The sound came to his ears, small at first, but the more his hands moved, the louder it got, until it rung around the head like a buzzing phone.

He snapped his head up from Dick’s chest, eyes blown wide and mouth agape.

“D..did you just make that noise?”

Dick’s skin heated up, face light red and sparkling with sweat.

“What noise?” He asked, voice breathless and eyes hazy. He looked like the best sin to a human’s mind.

“This noise.“ He lightly scratched his scalp again and Dick trembled, then purred.

He was fucking purring and wasn’t even aware of it. HIs eyes rolled back and goosebumps rose up. He looked at Jason with heavy eyes, full lips inviting.

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“Whoops.“ Dick grinned at his captor, split lips stung like hell but damn, he enjoyed the horror on that bastard’s face.

“No!“ His captor, a creepy doctor with a sick obsession with blue eyes, dropped the syringe he had planted to plug into Dick’s eyes down the concrete floor.

Jason’s men had him before he even made it three steps to the door, hauling him up like an ugly angry alley cat. Jason walked toward him, smashing his glasses under the force of his punch, breaking the guy’s nose with a short and delicious crack.

Now that would definitely leave some sort of inner injury to the brain. Dick knew the power of Jason’s fist, had been on the job long enough to know the hole he had left on that sick doctor’s face wouldn’t go away in a few days.

A part of Red Hood’s men went around the warehouse, setting on a full manhunt for the rest of the other doctors, soon enough, screams and gunshots filled the air.

Jason walked toward Dick’s place, still sitting and bounded on the chair. He made a quick job with the robe, and suddenly dropped both knees to the ground.

“Did they hurt you?“

His voice was so rough but he made it so soft, gloved off and bare hand went up to touch Dick’s bruised cheek.

Dick shook his head and smiled at him, feeling powerful when Jason’s head rested down his lap.

Red Hood is fear and nightmare, the scare in Gotham’s streets and the boogieman that made criminals yelped like kids. No one had him like this, no one had him gentle and soft and kneeling like this, except Dick.

“No one takes you away from me.“ He grunted, going on full mantrum.

And Dick, Dick was always too weak when Jason was this sweet.

“No one.“

Chapter 8: 63. Drabble challenge: “Can you just man up and change his diaper?”

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Cries echoed all through every corner of the penthouse, startling Jason inside the gear room, making him drop the wrenches down the marble floor.

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They say marriage is like a trip on the roller coaster, there are ups and downs, scary, thrilling, all a bunch feelings mixing into a batter that leaves a strange but addictive taste in your mouth.

Jason can never get enough of it, once he had a taste and damn, now he feels like he can’t breath without knowing Dick is there at home waiting for him, even though that man wants to kill him sometimes,… like right now.

He just got home and no beautiful acrobat husband comes greeting him except for a flying pot. The damn thing lands right next to his head, punching a hole through the door and successfully scaring the shit out of him.

It was snowing outside but damn, Jason felt the cold sips through his skin and sinks deep to the core of his spine when Dick’s furious expression comes into sight, emerging out from the kitchen.

“So..” His voice is a bit shaking but in his defense, Dick’s holding a meat mallet.

“You’re still mad?”

He had hope, but the mallet comes flying toward his face anyway. Jason wonders if he wasn’t able to dodge that.

Dick doesn’t say much, face bright red going on full stress.

“Babe-“ Jason successfully ducks another flying item, which looks a lot like his gun, and slowly makes his way toward Dick. “It was work.“

“Work?!“ Dick screamed. “You went to the strip club!“

Which is never gonna make sense for Dick, but is totally normal in the line of Jason’s work. Drug lord and all, you don’t meet your business partners at coffee shop nor fancy restaurant like normal people.

“I thought you were cheating!“ Dick looked at him with sad wet eyes. “I thought you had got tired of me.“

“Pfft, please, those stripper girls are not even half as flexible as you are.“

And of course, it’s not the right thing to say at moments like this, because he’s an idiot, the fryingpan lands flatly on his face before he can even see it, knocking Jason right off his feet.

Chapter 10: 47. "I thought it was a one-night-stand... and now we're married..."

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He looked at Dick and suddenly knew how the night would end. Dick looked at him and suddenly he couldn’t pretend, like this all should end but simply they just couldn’t.

Too many things pent up and now it all flowed out. Too many years waiting and now his patience was breaking. Too many mistakes and now he could no longer bare the ache.

His hand touched Dick’s skin and suddenly it felt like a sin. He was so hot and oh so soft, Jason felt like melting. Dick crawled his back when Jason could no longer hold back. He moaned his name, and Jason was on flame.

He knew, that the shame would come once the alcohol lost its game, that it would never be the same after tomorrow came.

Seven years of waiting and now he had him screaming, endless nights of drinking and now here they went crashing.

The ring fitted his finger like it was born to belong with. Dick looked at him when the heat was gone, and Jason looked back at him with the heart like the sun at dawn.

“I have to, even if you don’t want to.”

Because Dick was addictive, and Jason was sick of pretending it didn’t make him weak.

How many weeks had it been, since he went to the store with drunkness soaked into his skin. How many times he had looked at the small ring, and cried till his tears faded into steam, because what they had was never more than a dream.

But then morning came and Jason woke up with Dick staring at him in no shame. His smile was blinding and his skin was shining, the ring was sparking and suddenly, suddenly Jason felt like crying.

“I thought it was a one-night-stand… and now we’re married…”

It felt like the heart had broken free from its cell. For the first time, the tears fell in front of its cause, and this time, they had his applause. Because from today his dream shall never need to exist in the reality that they had already lived.

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“Todd’s speaking.“

“Dad, I crashed your Bentley!”

After a long day of dealing with scumbags from other gangs and flying to Mexico for the next deal, and now with a mountain of papers ready to be checked and read on his desk, this phone call was the last thing Jason needed right now.

He inhaled deep and pinched the bridge of his nose, suddenly needing something a lot stronger than the Beluga vodka on the tray cart next to his desk.

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The Titans sat into a circle, bags of chips and boxes of pizza littered around the floor. The city had been peaceful and tonight the sky was beautiful, no crime too big that the police couldn’t handle. The Batfam had stumbled into the city, needing a place to crash and recontact the Cave after their wrecked plane landed.

The door of Titans’ tower always opened for their leader, and his family. One might think they would shy away in Batman’s present, but oh no, put a bunch of young best friend vigilantes together and all you’d get was a grunting and seriously annoyed Batman, and probably Robin too, since the kid couldn’t ever see life that easy.

In the background, the sound of Jason spilling his coffee out all over Tim’s face could be heard, at the same time, Batman went rigid and the tablet on his hands slipped off and fell down the floor.

The whole room went quiet with Dick sheepishly looking around. All eyes were on the leader, then turned to Batman, who was still as stiff as a statue, then ended at Red Hood.

“Wait…“ Donna whispered.

“Wha…“ Then Karen.

“What-“ Then Wally

“WHATTT!!!!????“ Then Roy screamed, going on full drama.

Then shit hit the fan when all jumped and screamed for the”what”, “why”,”when” and “how”. Dick flipped up to the chandelier, and Jason was not pulling out his guns, Damian tugged and grunted angrily at Batman’s cape trying to snap him out of the zone, Duke hid behind the couch when the pizzas started flying, and Tim just stood there watching with coffee dripping down from his hair.

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Guy night wasn’t something they often did. Vigilante life and all, time was almost never enough for even functional routines like eating or sleeping. But yeah, somehow they made it. Put together three guys, some beer and a little too much of Chinese takeout, and the party was on.

On the first can, they talked about missions, jobs, all those serious stuff. On the third can, they talked about families, friends and dickheads that had saved but also ruined their lives like Oliver and Bruce. On the fifth, they talked about themselves, lovers and mistakes, things they normally wouldn’t dare to talk about.

Dick got tipsy after the fourth round, leaning heavily on Jason’s shoulder and giggling like a highschool girl on prom night.

“He’s always been a lightweight, hasn’t he?” Roy chuckled as he watched Dick tuck his head under Jason’s neck and try to kiss the skin there.

“Always.” Jason smiled as he looked down at his boyfriend and kissed his temple when the light snoring started. “No more for him though. He tends to get funny when drunk.”

“Oh yeah, I still remember the last time.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Have it your way, but just my opinion,“ Roy leaned over for another can. “He’s a bad kisser.“

Jason snapped his attention back to the redhead, frowning in a slight like he might have heard it wrong.

“At least when he’s drunk.“ Roy continued. “He’s normally good when the alcohol is out of his system.“ He sipped his beer casually, completely oblivious of the gaze Jason was giving him.

“You and him?” Jason grunted, feeling angry and wrong all of the sudden.

“Figured I shouldn’t have let you know this, but yeah, couples of years ago.” Roy answered, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding Jason’s eyes. “It was hard, you know. I was in deep shit with drug and all, and he helped me out, took good care of me and Lian. Always put so much faith in me even when I didn’t deserve.”

That, Jason did understand. Because that was the same reason why he had fallen for Dick.

“I knew things wouldn’t work out because I was too fucked up to be ready, and he was too… sensitive to deal with that much of me.” Roy looked down as memories rushed back, then he looked at Dick in Jason’s warm arms, sleeping and unknowing. “But I’ve always held a torch for him since teenager. Always so perfectly unperfect, you just can’t help it.”

He looked at Jason and suddenly they both knew each other’s mind.

“You know what I’m saying.” Roy grinned lightly.

“Yeah, he has a type.“ Jason looked down at Dick and slightly smiled. “Fucked up people always attract you, huh Pretty Brid?!”

On the last couple of rounds, the two spent talking about Dick and his terrible eating habit, how much of an asshole he could be when wanted to, and how much both men needed him in their life.

Chapter 15: 10. Drabble challenge: “If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”

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Jason loved his house, really, he did. The place was nice, quite decent compared to the other safe houses. He picked everything up on his own, from the light balls, the heater in every room, to the shitty dirty rag that was getting moldy because damn, when was the last time he washed it?

But still, he loved this house, the kitchen was big enough for him to play around when he felt a bit fancy for dinner, the extra room was wide enough for all his gear and office sets, and the shower, boy, the shower was heaven.

So, when Dick stumbled into his life in a whole new way of intimacy, Jason had no problem of sharing the place with him. Because having Dick walking around, making breakfast in the morning, lying on the couch in the evening, his stuff littering randomly around the floor, or having another set of toothbrush and razor on the sink, made this place felt more like a home than a house.

He loved everything. It was all perfect, fitting in together like pieces of legos that slowly built up the dream he never thought he could have.

Well, except the couch.

The couch.

The damn thing was a nightmare.

When did Jason turn to hate it so much?!

He used to like it, had crashed on it when he was too damn tired to even make some extra steps to the bedroom, had had multiple dinners and lunches on it when work was up to the head. The thing wasn’t half bad either, soft, grey and simple, big enough to fit him and some extra room to squeeze Dick in, still sunk low enough to satisfy his back, and still smell acceptable despite its loose cleaning schedule.

But God no, he fucking hated it.

Because everytime they fought, he ended up there. Every time Jason lost control of his mouth and said something stupid, he ended up there. Every time either of them fucked up, he ended up there.

The damn thing was Jason’s fucking penalty, from big ass fights and screaming matches, to petty little things that they would randomly complain about each other. Jason had never let anyone have this power over him, but boy, Dick got him good, and hell, the man was sure enjoying every bit of it.

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!” Dick screamed from the shower, making Jason stumble to shut the tap off.

Ha, maybe if he got rid of that damn couch, Dick would pay him some pity to spare him off that kind of punishment… Well, that was the best case, the worst could be that he would simply send Jason to nest on the floor.

Chapter 16: 48. Drabble challenge: “We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

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They said when you knew someone for too long, eventually, intentionally or not, there would come moments that you felt like you were so sick of them. Well, guess thing didn’t work the same for him.

Because even when Jason had first came back and tried to blow the head of the whole family off, threatened to murder Bruce and got himself on the record with a three-digit number of kills and blows. Even when Jason was a pain in the ass sometimes, or he often had a tendency of shooting before thinking when the rage blinded his mind.

No, not even in the worst moment of them.

“Come down here, Dickie! Come here, the water feels freaking good!“ Jason shouted loudly, kicking the water way up to Tim’s face just to piss him off. The way he laughed could make every goddamn girl in this world squirm.

“What’s the matter?” He asked when Dick just stood there on the rocky edge of the pool with hands on his hips.

“Is that the way you call your husband?”

And Jason laughed again, sounding so delightful and happy. He pulled all his hair back and smiled at Dick, sweet and fond.

“I’m sorry. It feels amazing, will you please get in here with me, love?”

Ah, now this, this was exactly how Dick knew he had the Gotham’s Kingpin wrapped in his very own fingers.

He took the hand Jason offered him and walked down the hot steamy pool. Japan had been Bruce’s idea, but Dick could never say no to a private thermal air bath in the luxury resort with his family alone.

Jason wrapped his big and muscle arms around his waist, pulling Dick flush to his chest and grinning like damn fool. His skin was hot and his cheeks were flushed, the green in his eyes shone happiness as he leaned down to kiss Dick’s head.

“Eww, get a room you two!“ Tim splashed a giant wave toward them. “And hands in other places, Jason. We have a kid here.“

“I am not a ki-“

“Kid!!!“ Tim yelled then swam away, the sound of Damian shouting and rushing after him could probably be heard 2 miles away.

Jason kissed Dick’s neck then palmed his big hand on the small of his back, while the other got down a little deeper.

“Um, careful there. You’re getting a little handsy, Mr.Todd.”

“Not my fault that I can’t stop touching you.” He grinned through the kisses, sharp teeth slightly brushed the skin of Dick’s collarbone.

“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about. You know that?”

“Well, I used to be young and stupid.“

“You’re still young.“

Jason grinned.

“Ah, but not that stupid anymore. I married you, didn’t I? Best decision a man can make in his life.“

And who said Jason couldn’t romance? After all, Red wasn’t just for blood and fear, it stood for love and passion too.

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Undercover mission was no strange thing for them, hell, the Batkids practically grew up with it. But one month of playing a young gay married couple with their 15 years old child that they had adopted from the orphan system, together living in this town and enjoying the festival that happened today, was a whole new level of oddness to them… well, at least to Dick.

“I lost our child.” Jason announced bluntly. His jacket was off, drafted over on a side of his shoulder, showing white tank that clung so tight to his hard and overly muscled… everything. The fact that he didn’t even care to dress for his character showed how much Jason was against the idea of all this.

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Game night was supposed to be fun, but apparently, not on Jason’s watch. Dick should have thought so sooner before he invited Jason over to the Titan Tower, or worse, let him choose the game for them.

Dick had had Twister, or Monopoly, or anything in his mind, but of course, tag game was totally Jason’s style.

They played out in Manhattan’s sky, jumping and flying and trying to catch each other. They took it to another level, since superheroes and all, the last person was tagged had to try catching all others in 20 minutes, or else they would lose and had to buy pizza.

It was fun, at first, doing and playing all of this together, until Wally got lucky and managed to tag Jason in the last moment.

“It!“ He beamed cheerfully, but the smile stopped dead on his face when Jason grinned back, teeth sharp and eyes glowed green.

“Bad decision.“

And that was when the war started.

Wally was tagged right back, too fast for even a speeder to be shocked.

“What the..!!!” He shook, and watched Jason flew away.

“HOLLY SHITTT!!!” Roy shouted through the com, the sound of shattering glasses could be heard in the background.

“Are you Bats all speedster?!!! How can he move this fas-SHIT!!!” Garth grunted 5 minutes later. “Dick, your boyfriend is a fucking monster!” He was also tagged.

“Is Jason “it” now? Should I- Oh my God!!!“ Lilith screamed and later on, another voice came from her link, Jason’s voice “Four down, two more to go.”

Dick was honestly, completely scared.

“Donna, this is way out of the plan!”

“You say now.” She spat out, her breathing was audible even through the com. Oh God, Jason was on her.

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Jason came back home with a shower on his mind, but the sight of Dick nursing his cheek with puffy eyes changed his thought completely.

“What happened?”

“Slade knocked off one of my teeth.”

Ah, someone must have had a bad night.

“Your cheek is swollen.”

“I know.” DIck grunted and pouted, a man this age wearing an expression like that shouldn’t be considered adorable, but boy, Jason felt like it was and felt like teasing the man a little.

He groped Dick’s chin and pulled his face up, plugging two fingers inside his mouth and stretched.

“AOONN!!!” Dick shouted, hands when up to push him away with the force of a newborn cat.

“Huh, one of your pretty teeth does come off cleanly.”

“UITT IT!!!“

“Wha? Can’t hear ya, sweetheart.”

Dick swatted his hands away.

“Quit it or I’ll bite!“

And that, was a killer shot. Jesus Christ, DIck was so fucking cute when he was angry.

“Ohho, you’ll bite?! What are you, part kitty?!”

Jason didn’t get to finish off his laugh when Dick grabbed his forearm and bit down. He must have hurt himself while doing that because the force of his teeth was barely there.

“Dick…”

Dick pulled off and looked at him, cheek swollen and pink lips parted.

Jason was turned on.

“Hey,” He whispered, touching Dick’s face lightly. “Can I have a taste of you too?”

He didn’t wait for Dick to answer though, immediately went for the kill, grabbing Dick’s hair and sinking his teeth deep down to the skin of his neck. He bit hard and knew it must pain. Dick moaned his name, and Jason went insane.

This would definitely leave a mark, but he didn’t care. Dick always managed to bring the fucking animal out of him, and Jason, Jason just wanted the world to see that he was his.

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